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4 thoughts on “Gwyn’s Death and Departure”

Well, for the sake of the willow warblers and house martins, not to mention the toads, most of whom haven’t stirred from their holes yet round here, I reckon its about time he departed!! Nothing personal of course. I love Winter too. According to the weather forecast we’re finally going to get some warm evenings again from tomorrow, so we’ve got buckets at the ready. 🙂

A dialog of mortal and immortal. I love “you’ve never been more yourself” and “I cast off my grief/for my gown is not yet a shroud” and “the railings sing like hummingbirds in the gale.” Unexpected pleasures. There’s a wary intimacy between these two, speaker and Gwyn.

The blend of elegy and celebration, of the finite and the infinite, is delicately handled here. But the sense of a life lived NOW in the shadow of passing also conjures an otherworldly atmosphere which is both engaging and not a little unsettling.